She showed up on his doorstep, soaked to the skin. She was so wet that he could see a freckle on her chest through her wet, white blouse. A blouse that had become translucent now that it was matted to her body.

Her breasts showed through clearly, perky and firm, and very braless. Her nipples were hard nuggets pressing against the fabric.

“Please, Sir, may I use your phone? My car died at the end of your driveway, my cell isn’t getting a signal…”

He looked down at her, standing there, pleading for his help. He was never one to turn away opportunity.

“Very well,” he said, standing aside to allow her entry. “Come in.”

She shivered as the warmth of the house embraced her. Gods, she was so cold! Her hair hung in wet ropes, framing her face, and dripping down her breasts. She could hear the faint sound of dripping as she stood there.

“I…I don’t want to make a mess on your floor. It’s beautiful,” she complimented him.

“It is reclaimed barn wood, and has seen its share of weather. Come inside and get dry. You’re not likely to get service out here in this type of weather. Rather silly to be driving in this monsoon,” he said, a hint of admonishment in his voice.

There was a flicker, and suddenly all went dark.

She gasped. In the dim half-light, he looked down at her mockingly.

“You go out in a driving rainstorm after all the warnings on the news, yet you’re afraid of the dark?”

“I was just…startled.” She began to wonder if she should have come here, come into a strangers house.

“The bathroom is this way.” He led her deeper into the house, and into the kitchen. In one corner was a door. He turned left and there was a second door, one only visible once in the room. He held it ajar and she saw the small powder room there.

“Strip off your clothing and I’ll throw it in the dryer.” He turned away. “I’ll get you a shirt.”

She swallowed her voice, her protest, as her teeth began to chatter. She felt frozen to the bone. Ducking inside the small bathroom, she stripped and used the small towel there to wipe down her arms and legs. She blotted her hair, and quickly soaked the little towel.

She whirled as the door to the bathroom opened. He stood there, blocking any exit, looking at her. She tried to cover her breasts, but he stepped into the room, and pulled the small towel from her. Briskly he rubbed it down her head, over her shoulders, down her back.

She was too stunned, to cold, to protest. Even when his towel draped hand found her breasts, and began rubbing them, too, she was still too fuddled to speak a word of protest.

When the towel fell to the floor, he left it laying there. His hands cupped and tugged at her tits, his fingers latching onto her nipples. She gasped at the warmth of his hands on her frozen flesh. But she pushed at him.

“No…no…you can’t…”

“Hell I can’t,” he growled.

Taking a fistful of her hair, he pulled her from the bathroom. In moments they had crossed the kitchen and he pulled her across the kitchen table. She struggled, but his grip on her hair was painful. She heard the clink of his belt, and began to struggle in earnest. Yet in only a moment or two, the belt was wrapped around her wrists. He tugged the strap tight, holding her bound wrists against her belly.

For a moment, his face was savage, feral. She looked up at him, wide-eyed, knowing what was going to happen. It was impossible to fight him. He was half-again as tall as she, lean and hard-muscled. His pants fell to his ankles. He wasn’t wearing boxers or briefs, just a long hard cock jutting from a nest of wiry hair. She shuddered, and moaned.

“Please, it won’t fit, you’ll rip me apart.” She pleaded with him.

“You best pray it fits in your little cunny, or you’ll really be screaming….it doesn’t matter to me which hole it goes into…but make no mistake, girl, my cock is going to be pushing into one of those two tunnels.”

She stared at him, and wriggled, but he held her in place easily.

“NO, not my ass, not my ass, ogodplease!” she screamed, feeling the head of his shaft sliding along her slit, pressing against that tightly puckered opening. He pressed it there for a moment, making her squirm.

He enjoyed how that felt.

He pushed again, and she squirmed and yelped. In a flash he pressed hard and fast, and popped the bulbous cock-head into her butt-hole. The sound she let out was that of a wounded animal, and made his cock hard as marble. Geezuz but he enjoyed a wriggling whore. A noisy one to boot, well, that was a pure bonus.

Holding her wrists against her belly with one hand, and standing between her kicking legs, he pressed his torso against the apex of her thighs. Slowly at first, then pressing deeper as her anus gave way, he buried his throbbing cock into her dark back passage.

So fucking hot. So incredibly tight. The ring around her entry squeezed and flexed as her body tried to adjust to the sudden invader. It was an incredibly sensual massage all around his cock, and pressing it slowly prolonged his pleasure. Finally he was buried to the hilt, his balls pressed into her asscrack where her butt hung off the table.

He watched the tears flow, as she glared at him. Her eyes were venomous pools of hate. He smiled down at her.

“Your ass is the tightest fucking thing I’ve fucked in a long while, girl. We’re going to have a lovely time together, aren’t we?”

He laughed as she shook her head no. He withdrew, and she gasped, then screamed loudly as he plunged, hard and fast, back inside of her asshole. She shrieked and bucked, trying to push him out. He wasn’t budging. She kicked her legs, tossed her head, and hurtled invective at him.

“If you fight me too much, I’ll tie you to the table. Might not be a bad idea anyway, really. Then I can play with your pretty little titties while I’m fucking your butthole.”

He withdrew and plunged again, making her whimper and whinney in pain. He slowed the pace, making long, slow strokes that squeezed along the length of his shaft; he wanted to prolong this for as long as he could. Eventually, even that could not forestall the inevitable, and he felt the beginnings of his orgasm beginning to boil in his balls.

“I’m going to shoot a nice, thick load of cum up your poop shoot, girl,” he growled, and he pounded a few, hard strokes. With a gurgling cry, he buried his cock in her ass, releasing her hands and grabbing her hips to grind himself as deeply as possible.

His cock surged and trembled in her ass, releasing his sex juice into her gut. His fingers bit into her hips until the last drop was expelled and he leaned forward against her, gasping.

It only took him a moment or two to recover, and he’d braced himself on her so that she could not move. She was sniffling snot and tears, unable to speak. Her asshole throbbed. She felt the sticky semen seeping from her abused hole, as he pulled her up and off of the table, then the slow and steady ooze of it. It began trickling down the back of her right thigh as she stood on wobbly legs.

“C’mon,” he said, pulling her out of the kitchen by her hair. She stumbled along trying to keep up. He headed upstairs, pulling her along. She cried and begged.

He looked down at her as they stopped. There was a door with a key in the keyhole.

“Looks like you’ll be staying a while,” he said. Pushing her into the room, she heard the click of the lock. She pounded on the door, but only heard his footsteps retreating down the hall.

He went downstairs at a trot and grabbed up the keys to his tractor. Several minutes passed before it came around the back of the house. She watched from the window, which was barred shut. She could just see the green vehicle heading down the long drive towards her car.

She was still watching when he returned, her car in tow behind it. Her heart began to pound when the engine quit. Soon she would hear the sound of his footsteps as he entered the house.

She knew it wouldn’t be much longer before he returned, to enter her.

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For over 8 years--(EIGHT?!) nilla and M have been a D/s couple. I'm the "small s" side of that designation, as he often reminds me. I'm silly and prone to giggling at inopportune times. He's a wicked Sadist, who feeds me my drug of choice--pain. My brain is always spinning dirty and dark little fantasies, which I sometimes share with the world. Welcome to the nilla-verse. It's wet and slippery here...with a dragon or two lurking.

Nilla, another wonderful blog. Now which one does a guy go to first? A very good story for sure, and sort of makes me wonder just how dark a mind you have. Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas, and thanks for your writing. Tip

Hi Tip and welcome to the dark place! Yes, there are days even i am amazed by the darkness. Yet…i know what i like to read sometimes, and there just isn’t enough good dark stuff out there. Hope i won’t scare you!
*smiling*